Part 3 (1/2)
”And, if I warn Anson Anstruther that you are a mere adventuress, if I notify my old friend Hugh Fraser (soon to be Sir Hugh Johnstone), then your little game will be spoiled, Madame Louison!” defiantly said Hawke.
The woman leaned back and laughed merrily in his face.
”You are like all professional lady killers, a mere fool in the hands of the first woman of wit. I dare you to cross my path! I will then join Captain the Honorable Anson Anstruther, in Paris, at the Hotel Binda!
I will also see that you are excluded from every club in India! Your occupation will be gone, my Knight of Ecarte. Anstruther waits for me.” She tossed him a card. ”See for yourself. He was kind enough at breakfast, and, he will help me, if I ask him.”
”And why do you not fly to his arms?” sneered Alan Hawke, who had quickly resigned the bullying tone of his abordage.
”Because he is a nice boy and a gentleman,” the woman said, with a cutting emphasis. ”Now, let me read you, Monsieur le Major, a lesson in manners. Never be rough with a woman! That is the road which always leads on to failure. I wish you a good appet.i.te for your breakfast, which I have delayed, and for which I beg your pardon!” She rose and swept along with her Juno strides, and had reached the second Hall of Antiquities before Alan Hawke overtook her. It had flashed across his mind that he had for once in his life met a woman who was not afraid of the future, whatever had been her past. A single malicious letter from Anstruther would ruin him in India, for there was an ominous cloud, no bigger than a man's hand, lingering in that hiatus between his old rank of Lieutenant of Bengal Artillery, and the shadowy tenure of his self-dubbed Majority. This Aspasia hid none of her methods. She had boldly captivated the pa.s.sing Pericles, and, evidently, she was the desired one.
”Let me explain,” he began, as the woman looked calmly into his face.
”We are only losing time, Major,” Madame Louison remarked, as she sought a corner. ”I see that you have already repented. Do you know any one in Geneva?”
”Not one of the seventy-five thousand here,” frankly answered Hawke.
”The only man I came here to see, the English Consul, is away on leave.”
”Then I can use you safely,” answered the stranger. ”Now, I owe you a breakfast. Will you put me in my carriage? I know the town thoroughly.
Remember that it is only business that brings us together, and yet we may become better friends.” In a half an hour they were seated in an arbor by the lake, where a homely German restaurant offered good cheer.
The Lady of the Lake did the honors ceremoniously, and Major Alan Hawke was permitted a cigar after the lake trout, filet, pears, cheese, Chambertin, and black coffee had been discussed. He was both conquered and repentant, and had adroitly atoned for his mauvais debut by a respectful demeanor, which was not feigned. He answered the running fire of questions which had led him from Cape Comorin to the Himalayas, and from Chittagong to the Khyber Pa.s.s.
”You are sure that no one in Geneva knows your face?” Berthe Louison asked at last.
”I have been here only two days, and it is twenty years since I first roved over Switzerland on schoolboy leave,” was the truthful answer.
”Then I can use you if you will decide to aid me, after you have heard me. I know, already, all that young Anstruther knows of the whole Johnstone matter. I do not intend to meet him at Paris,” she demurely said. ”I am absolutely untrammeled in this world. I am free to act as a woman's moods sway her. I have plenty of money, a fact which lifts me above the degradation of man's chase, and I indulge in no illusions.
I am a soldier's daughter, and my dead father was the son of one of Napoleon's heroes of La Grande Armee. My whole life has been most unconventional; and I am free to dispose of myself, body and soul, and will, but for one thing.” She was pleased with Alan Hawke's mute glance of inquiry. ”Only the business which brought me to Geneva! We are all the slaves of circ.u.mstance! The veriest fools of fortune! I do not blame you for your surmises! I had vainly sought, for two years, the very information which I gained last night by chance at a Geneva table d'hote. It was from Anstruther that I discovered the changed name under which Hugh Fraser's daughter has been hidden from me for years. For I owe this all to chance, to Anstruther's susceptibility, and to my playing the risqu'e part which you saw fit me so well.” The woman's eyes were now flas.h.i.+ng ominously.
”But you led me on--you deceived me!” stammered Alan Hawke.
”I had nothing to risk!” the resolute beauty replied. ”My name is not Berthe Louison, as you may well imagine! As for the little amourette de voyage, I will leave the laurels to your handsome young friend and yourself. I do not play with boys, and, as for you, I should always guard myself against you!
”Now, I will be practical! I know Europe; I do not know India! I need a man brave, cool, and unscrupulous; I need a resolute man to aid me in the one purpose of my life! I wish to go out to India to face this Hugh Fraser, to lift up the curtain of the dead past, and I need a protector--a paid champion--a man who values the only thing which is concrete power in life; a man who knows the power of money! For, gold is irresistible!” Her bright face hardened.
”My duties are, then, not to be of a tender nature,” lightly hazarded Hawke.
”I can soon judge of your value by your adroitness, and you can make your own record!” smiled the strange woman waif. ”Let me see how you would do this! I do not care to personally approach Mademoiselle Euphrosyne Delande, I would have a picture of the woman whom I seek--the lonely child whom I have hungered for long years to see! I do not care to expose myself here--”
”The Preceptress might telegraph out to India and the girl be spirited away!” broke in Alan Hawke.
”Very good! Precisely so!” said Berthe Louison, gravely. ”I will tell you now that I have played perfectly fair with Anstruther! I have enabled him to a.s.sure himself of Nadine Johnstone's regular standing as the legal and only heiress of the would-be Baronet! I do not fear Anstruther! He is a gallant boy, worthy to wear a sword, and, he does not work for hire! He tells me that Euphrosyne Delande showed him the last pictures of the girl which were sent on before Hugh Fraser suddenly telegraphed to have his child 'personally conducted' on carte blanche terms out to join him.”
Major Hawke buried his head in his hands and slowly said: ”I can do it easily! We must not be seen together here! Go up to the Hotel Faucon, at Lausanne, and wait for me there for three days. I have to remain here at any rate to collect Anstruther's check in London. I have in my favor all the facts of Anstruther's story. I happen also to have Anstruther's P. P. C. card. I will bring you the picture you want, or a half dozen copies. Will you trust to me? I make no professions!”
”That is right!” sternly said Berthe Louison. ”Let our casual a.s.sociation be one of a mere money interest. We can find each other out easily. You have no motive to injure me, your own interest now and always lies the other way. I only wish to have some one at hand when I am ready to face the embryo Sir Hugh Johnstone!”
”You are bold!” slowly said Alan Hawke. ”If I should denounce you to Johnstone, himself! If he should be warned--”
”I hold him and his long cherished dream, the Baronetcy, in my hand,”
the brown-eyed beauty frankly cried. ”I should not burn my s.h.i.+ps in Europe! Even if I were to be betrayed, the purpose of my life will be carried out. I should leave here behind me the safest of anchors in other well-paid agents. Your rash meddling would only ruin your own money interests and not hurt my plans.”